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Romeo -N- Juliet
So young and so tragic.
A tale told throughout the time of ages.
Lives so pure and innocent, taken at love’s first
sight of death.
Romeo and Juliet.
Two star-crossed lovers caught up in the passion of
Cupid’s arrow.
He, who was bold, yet he weakened for her sweet touch.
She, who was but a mere age of a simple child, ached for
his undying love.
Together, they meet at first glance.
Through a party hosted by Lord Capulet, the two
decided to dance.
Holy palmers, which did sin, purged their way unto thy lips.
So soon was love’s bright flames ignited.
Shall it be through enemies that they are torn? So it shall.
However, their worst enemy of all, was fate’s cruel joke.
Fate’s meaning, put into a name, which undoubtedly led to their future heart’s demise.
In the town church, their plans were set.
The following morning, their vowels were to be pressed.
No other’s knowledge was of this.
The good friar and the incompetent nurse.
Helpful in their own ways.
The parents of the devoted souls were all but for the
joining of thy hands.
However, Capulet’s word of honor for his daughter’s was promised to noble Paris.
In the midst of it all, blood was shed and sorrowful
pain was spread.
Romeo... banishment was of his worst imagined punishment.
To be away from his fair maiden. His love. His life.
Juliet... heartbroken to hear of such news of her dear kinsman’s death.
Glad that it wasn’t her modest Romeo at the end of the blade in his place.
Despite it all, Romeo and Juliet stayed true.
Through the miles between, Juliet had agreed to wed Paris, only under her own false statement.
The friar, she went to for most needed help.
A potion of the darkest blue was what help provided.
A potion that would give her the deepest of sleep.
So deep, that she will be thought to have been lifeless.
The night before her nuptial, she did drink.
Her breathing low and shallow.
Her body put into the Capulet’s tomb.
Putrid smells and unresponsive bodies lay about.
A letter to the youthful Montague, Romeo, of this game
was to be sent.
The words, on the other hand, never did reach his hands.
A servant gave the fateful misunderstanding instead.
Romeo, shocked and dismayed. He purchased a poison of the highest of potencies.
The strength of twenty men couldn’t hold their own to the running of this awful substance in their veins.
The apothecary risked being caught.
For his deprivation, the compensation was much desired.
Romeo ventured back to Verona… back to his ‘Lady Love’.
The vision of his dearest, was more than he could bear.
Sweet words came across his lips.
Then, over them, slid the toxin. Through his body, it ran.
Just after his corpse fell to the ground, Juliet awoke.
Too late, she was to save him.
A dagger of her once courageous Romeo caught the
width of her eye.
“Oh, happy dagger! This is my sheath!” Juliet’s words, placed upon her will to live love even in death.
She pierced her heart with the cutting edge.
Freeing herself and her Romeo to be together in their
futures to come.
It was once said that there is no greater tragedy with such woe, than of Juliet and her Romeo.
